The Human Invention Center*

The Human Invention Center

On the verge

On the edge

Having produced a crystal globe

Where men view pure thought

Atop a pedestal of light.

Excitement at its peak

Thought scientists clapping hands together

Proclaiming to the world

That soon

All men would understand

All meaning

“another day

or two

and time and space will be returned

 to its rightful owners.

Soon incessant loneliness will be gone”

But sooner still

Dr. Willing, the head professor received a letter

On formal stationery

“your funding has been cut off.

Return all thought in carefully sealed

Styrofoam cartons.

You may keep the crystal globe.”